The 80th Hunger Games: A Time for Revenge

Day Five

Chapter Twelve:

I'm on watch when the sun rises in the 'sky'. I wake up Rosie and Parker carefully, making sure not to touch Rosie's gash, which is cleaned up and healing. When I turn back to face the outside of the Cornucopia, I see pedestals rising out of the ground. After watching eighteen Hunger Games, I know what this means: There's going to be a feast. There aren't any packs on the platforms yet, because we would just taken all of them, not because we need them, but to deprive the others of what they desperately need.

I take a portion of food from the pile to eat for breakfast, as do Parker and Rosie. After eating, I hear a voice come out from a speaker somewhere in the arena.

"There will be a feast at the Cornucopia today. It will commence in an hour. May the odds be ever in your favor."

"We need to get ready for this. Everyone, grab a weapon and be prepared. This might be our chance to kill off the remaining tributes," I announce.

We wait for the time to come, and when it does, we're prepared. Once we can see the first tribute coming down the hill, Chuck, the packs randomly appear on the pedestals. There's one for each tribute, so seven in total. I'm about to get mine, Parker's, and Rosie's packs, but Parker stops me.

"Don't let Chuck now we're here. Wait for him to come to us."

He's carrying a large axe that could easily decapitate someone with one swing. Before he gets down the hill, Edison comes running down the other side with a scythe we had in the weapons pile, before he stole it, of course. This is about to get real. Rosie sees Edison too, and runs out of the Cornucopia screaming colorful death threats to him. This isn't good. Since Rosie blew our cover, Parker and I jump out, ready to face Chuck. I have my battle axe and he has his hedge trimmers. It always seems funny to see him about to kill someone with them, it's like, 'I'm so awesome I'm gonna kill you with a gardening tool.' But now it wasn't laughable, it was serious. Actually, I just realized that Edison's stolen weapon, the scythe, was Parker's weapon of choice during training.

Chuck aims the first blow to my neck, but I leap down and he hits the air. From the ground, I hit his ankle, which spurts out blood. In his anger, Chuck hurls the blunt end of his axe at Parker, which hits him in the head and seems to knock him unconscious. Chuck seems to forget about me and tries to deal a final blow to Parker, but I swing at his back. I guess he heard it coming, because he turns and it only cuts his upper arm. Sadly, it isn't the arms he handles the axe with. Before I can do anything else, Chuck slices my arm. It's very deep and painful, but I can still fight; with weapons, I've learned to be somewhat ambidextrous, but I'm still not very good with my left hand.

With much less force than intended, I wedge my axe into his stomach, and pull it out. Somehow, I barely faze him, and he shoves me into the wall of the Cornucopia, stands over me, and puts his axe to my neck. This can't be over, not yet.

"You remember that guy from One?" Chuck asks me instead of killing me. Oh, the commentary is about to begin. "Remember how he, let's say, 'disappeared' at night that time? I killed him. I can see his whole alliance can be easily defeated too..."

Without knowing what I'm doing, I forcefully kick him in the stomach, the part where I'd recently cut him. It spurts even more blood than the first time. He screeches in agony. I pick up my axe and stab him in the heart. His eyes go wide, and he falls over. BANG! I won the fight, no surprise. I'm just that amazing. When I look to my right, Rosie and Edison are still battling, but it looks like Edison is losing badly. Rosie has him in a headlock and is cutting into his flesh with a small throwing knife. From here, I'm almost sure she's writing words with the knife, though, sadly, I can't make it that they are. Finally, she stabs into his throat. BANG! She releases him and he falls to the ground.

While Rosie walks back to me, the helicopters come to take Chuck and Edison. Then I remember Parker. He's lying on the ground with his dark eyes closed and he isn't moving.

"Parker...?" He doesn't respond in the slightest bit. I rush over to him and listen to his heartbeat. It's slow, but it's there. I push on his chest for a few seconds, and finally, he opens his eyes. I've never been more relieved in my life. Parker blinks a couple times and looks around from where he's lying. He sits up and rubs his head. There's a bulging blue bruise on his forehead.

"Did you kill him?" he drearily asks me.

"Yes. I almost died, but I pulled through. Rosie killed Edison too," I whisper to him, and start to cry happy tears. I don't think I could be happier than I am now, though I hate to admit it.

"Good."

I leave him there to gather his senses, and take all of the bags. Nobody has claimed any of them except us. Inside mine is more cream for my foot; using it on Rosie had wasted the rest of it. In Parker's is some other kind of cream, like the Gamemakers knew he would get hurt. In Edison's is water; he must've ran out of the stolen water. In Rosie's is, again, medicine, but this was specifically for her cut. In Chuck's is thin rope to use for snares. I guess he was catching his own food. In Sam's is the same thing, plus water. Lastly, in Prim's is a knife and a water bottle. I hope they starve without their bags. And have no defense.

I apply the paste to my foot and give Rosie some for her back. Since Parker is still out of sorts, I place the cream on his head. After a while, the swelling decreases.

"I wonder if Prim or Sam will ever come for their packs..." Rosie wonders out loud.

"Doubtful," I reply, "I don't think they have anything to fight with. Also, they're smart enough to stay away from other tributes."

"I guess so."

I wonder what my friends and family back in District Two are thinking right now. I hope they're proud of me. I know my friends are, but maybe not my parents. I hope they realize I can come back home, because I will. Parker and I will both go home as victors. Hopefully.

Later that day, the faces of the fallen come on. First Edison, then Chuck. Rosie takes first watch, so Parker and I go to sleep in the Cornucopia. Only a few more days left.

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